Originally Posted by SuperSmack

A kind of song which rolls under every parts of your body, like a sweet shiever, like a giant kiss, but a kiss for the soul... A song full of soft fishes and nocturnal birds ... And the notes in front of a pale rosy background appear and disappear like butterflies .... RIP Condor, The Deers

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.